At Wits End Now
Damn it, people, it will be two weeks tomorrow I have been in such a funk—a sadness that just is sticking with me as I am sad that my friend Donna has not called me back, texted, and seen in person during a pass while in the apartment complex’s lobby. In fact, I have seen no one in the lobby much while waiting for my ride for dialysis. Did everyone disappear or did I miss the rapture? I don’t know. I guess I will be okay in the long run as I always find a what I am looking for. I will be okay soon and that I believe. I will find happiness again. I will find happiness soon. I always do.
I have decided to write my feelings to Jackie a text on how I was feeling and this is what I said: I am still hurting emotionally. I can’t explain it all, but I want to leave Garden Court altogether and never deal with the people who live there. I am done with everyone who lives there, Jackie. Once I do leave Garden Court, I am done with everybody there … Donna will not text me when I say how are you or how was your weekend, and that fucking hurts me! I am done telling her how I feel now. I am sick and tired of being ignored. I want to leave GC and never look back. This is how I feel today and it’s killing me emotionally and I’ve cried a lot these past two weeks as of tomorrow. I feel like crap. Uugghh.
